Right then and there, Alphonse punched his flare missile and killed two of his outermost turbines, essentially dragging him into a dead drop.  He wanted to move out of harm's way, and fast.  At least, from a slightly lower altitude, he might've considered hitting the belly, but Izzy was making her intentions quite clear to stay out.

As he stalled, Alphonse pondered the thought and revived the turbines, pushing him to a downwards dive.  Here, he clenched his teeth and flexed his entire body as he pulled up, disallowing his innards to be subjected to the G-forces.  By the time he leveled himself out, Izzy would have just begun the dive, leaving Alphonse little else to do other than leave the plane automatically at a gentle incline upwards while he crawled over to a little terminal off the the side cockpit.

A fuzzy camera allowed viewing of the tail end, and though it was rather unclear, he could at least get the general make of a given plane.  So long as Reggie was in sight, he might get a chance to pitter-patter his pursuant.

"Reggie, I need you to make a quick pass above me.  I can use the tail gun to shred the paparazzi behind you."